[He sits up and blinks before he touches his throat, his smile fading a little.]
Oh. Uhm. No.
[He puts the champagne on the floor and opens the bag of skittles.]
Is it ugly? It's ugly, isn't it? I, uhm. Have a really faint one on one eye, too. Like I guess where it was gouged out. But you barely notice. The neck, though... should I like, get it fixed?
[ Dom watches, listens, and debates on what to do next. One breath in, one breath out, he lifts his shirt enough to show the massive scar on the side of his torso. ]
I got this from the wolf that bit me.
[It's gruesome, it's what turned him into what turned out to be a monster after all. Letting go of his shirt, he sits down next to Iggy. ]
It can't be healed with magic. I think my moms tried and then they realized that. But like… I don't know. I can't really picture myself not having it anymore. I dunno if that makes sense.
[Iggy watches, eyes wide and solemn. When Dom drops his shirt and sits, he offers him the bag of skittles silently. Then he leans over and kisses his cheek softly.]
You're still beautiful. And I think you're trying to tell me I'm not an uggo just because of a little scar tissue.
[He smiles.] If I get self conscious I'll just bring chokers back into fashion.
[ He'll pick at the skittles, one at a time, though he doesn't take many before it's back in Iggy's hands. Dom doesn't even mind the kiss, for once. ]
Yeah, I mean. I guess mine's just a part of me, even though it came from something that's really bad. [ Dom being turned, his father dying in front of him. ] So... Maybe this can just be a part of you, if you want it to be.
[ A small shrug. It's not like he'd blame Iggy for wanting to get rid of it. If there's any place that can pull that off, it's this one. ]
[ Looking surprised, like he doesn't even know what to do with this information. He looks at where the cork went, with focus but short-lived alarm at the loud noise. It's fine. ]
Yeah, uhm, that.
[ It sounds nice, actually. Maybe other people wouldn't hate him for drinking to that. ]
I bet. It's really scary. Like... I DO understand. Not in the same way, but like, I would routinely get possessed back home. All of a sudden your brain is just not calling the shots and it's... [He frowns as he tries to articulate the feeling.]
[ He looks at Iggy and listens quietly. Dom can't help but compare the possession to what he goes through, except he only deals with it once a month — normally — whereas Iggy probably got possessed way more often than that. ]
What's it like not having to worry about it here?
[ He assumes that's what Iggy means by 'back home', and not including this place. ]
A relief, mostly. Sometimes I feel guilty - there ARE ghosts here - but mostly is just nice not to wake up like...
[He sighs and pushes his hair back.]
Sometimes when I was out clubbing I'd black out. And I figured, you know, I party hard. But I think sometimes I'd just get taken over, because I'd wake up in the weirdest places. Abandoned buildings. Outside care homes. Apartment hallways. The cemetery.
[ Dom goes quiet, still thinking about how he can relate to some parts and how different others are. Iggy's ordeal comes from the outside, Dom's always been from the inside. ]
Me too. One second I'm here, then I'm not. And then I know time's passed, but it also hasn't. And then I'll wake up covered in blood and — not totally covered —anyway, it's gross.
Sometimes I think I get memories of what happens. In my dreams and stuff. I could totally be making those up, though.
Good, that most be so scary. The blood especially.
I think that our subconscious remembers a lot, and it shows up in dreams. Me, I dream other people's memories most of the time. It's like ghosts leave little bits of themselves behind.
I guess I got used to it. [ A light, sad shrug. ] As long as it's mine and not someone else's.
[ There's a pause then. He hadn't even thought about how he must have had to clean up the blood of his victims during the game. It gives him a spike of anxiety. More guilt. He has to shake it off. ]
It's more like... it grows on me? It feels like my whole body's stretching and I just become it. When the moon's gone the whole wolf skin just— falls off me. That's why I always get blood on me.
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[ Drinking from the bottle it is. ]
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[Time to flop onto Dom's bed.]
I'm so relieved you're okay now!
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[ Even though he can't ignore that scar. ]
Does it hurt...?
cw: referenced eye trauma
[He sits up and blinks before he touches his throat, his smile fading a little.]
Oh. Uhm. No.
[He puts the champagne on the floor and opens the bag of skittles.]
Is it ugly? It's ugly, isn't it? I, uhm. Have a really faint one on one eye, too. Like I guess where it was gouged out. But you barely notice. The neck, though... should I like, get it fixed?
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I got this from the wolf that bit me.
[It's gruesome, it's what turned him into what turned out to be a monster after all. Letting go of his shirt, he sits down next to Iggy. ]
It can't be healed with magic. I think my moms tried and then they realized that. But like… I don't know. I can't really picture myself not having it anymore. I dunno if that makes sense.
[ Or if it's helpful at all. ]
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You're still beautiful. And I think you're trying to tell me I'm not an uggo just because of a little scar tissue.
[He smiles.] If I get self conscious I'll just bring chokers back into fashion.
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Yeah, I mean. I guess mine's just a part of me, even though it came from something that's really bad. [ Dom being turned, his father dying in front of him. ] So... Maybe this can just be a part of you, if you want it to be.
[ A small shrug. It's not like he'd blame Iggy for wanting to get rid of it. If there's any place that can pull that off, it's this one. ]
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[He leans over the bed to grab the champagne.]
To living with our scars, physical or emotional!
[POP! The cork goes flying off somewhere.]
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[ Looking surprised, like he doesn't even know what to do with this information. He looks at where the cork went, with focus but short-lived alarm at the loud noise. It's fine. ]
Yeah, uhm, that.
[ It sounds nice, actually. Maybe other people wouldn't hate him for drinking to that. ]
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You are.
We're gonna have to chill together more.
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[ Like he doesn't want to impose. ]
Hey, uh. Is your boyfriend pissed at me?
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[Thinking.]
Maybe he thinks you're hot.
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[ So. Yeah. ]
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If you say so. I really wouldn't have done that if I was— if I was in control.
[ A sigh, palm running down his face. ]
I'm so fucking tired of not being in control.
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[Iggy's expression softens.]
I bet. It's really scary. Like... I DO understand. Not in the same way, but like, I would routinely get possessed back home. All of a sudden your brain is just not calling the shots and it's... [He frowns as he tries to articulate the feeling.]
It makes you wonder who YOU are.
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What's it like not having to worry about it here?
[ He assumes that's what Iggy means by 'back home', and not including this place. ]
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[He sighs and pushes his hair back.]
Sometimes when I was out clubbing I'd black out. And I figured, you know, I party hard. But I think sometimes I'd just get taken over, because I'd wake up in the weirdest places. Abandoned buildings. Outside care homes. Apartment hallways. The cemetery.
But I never knew for sure. And that bothered me.
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Me too. One second I'm here, then I'm not. And then I know time's passed, but it also hasn't. And then I'll wake up covered in blood and — not totally covered —anyway, it's gross.
Sometimes I think I get memories of what happens. In my dreams and stuff. I could totally be making those up, though.
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I think that our subconscious remembers a lot, and it shows up in dreams. Me, I dream other people's memories most of the time. It's like ghosts leave little bits of themselves behind.
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[ There's a pause then. He hadn't even thought about how he must have had to clean up the blood of his victims during the game. It gives him a spike of anxiety. More guilt. He has to shake it off. ]
Good memories?
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[Iggy smiles softly.] Sometimes, yeah.
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[ Let Iggy have nice things, ghosts. ]
It's more like... it grows on me? It feels like my whole body's stretching and I just become it. When the moon's gone the whole wolf skin just— falls off me. That's why I always get blood on me.
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Does it hurt? It sounds painful.
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[ He scratches behind his ear lightly. ]
Teddie's seen all of it. The one from back home, but this one too.
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